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A Few Short End of Winter Poems
poetry with short blurbs afterward
Longing for spring now.
It’s 70 degrees in February.
Shovel is ready.
My husband is actually the one who does the gardenting, but I’ve been saying for the last two years that I need to get my hands dirty. Maybe this will be the year I jump in instead of being an observer.
Cold turns me indoors
Twenty-four hour readathon
on romance starts soon.
It’s almost Valentine’s Day and while I’m not a romantic type, I do enjoy the occasion to read it.
Full moon shining down.
The street finally quiet,
makes room to reflect.
Looking into the night sky always sparks joy. It’s a quiet, peaceful time to finally think about what is going on in life and dream about next actions.
As it slowly warms
dreams of being on the lake
start to swirl within
Around this time of year, I start to long to be lakeside in a beach town not so far away. I long for the air to whip through my much shorter hair.
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